This is a poem about the pressure, and intensity that comes along with making life changing decisions. It can be hard to accept that we cannot control the future, and our present, only slightly. Therefore, in moments where we take a step back from our busy lives, it is important we breathe out fear and in possibilities allow ourselves to be fully present and accepting of life around us.
Planning finely pruned paths
that all lead in the direction of purpose,
but without a
compass.
Mind rumbling, roaring,
sizzling with
scintillating inner conversations
attempting to determine
what options lie in front of me.
Complex confusion
with underestimated
abilities to control my
life are
everpresent.
However,
in the center of the raging hurricane,
one can see the tranquility of the water
and the warmth of the air,
bring one out of the depths
of despair.
Breathing out fear.
Breathing in possibilities.
The future,
becomes now,
and begins to unfold.
